2 comments/ 93693 views/ 15 favorites The Young Sisters Ch. 01 By: pointless Becky Young was not a good girl. Not by any stretch of the imagination. She liked drugs. She liked alcohol. She liked sex. She liked anything she shouldn’t have. She was quite beautiful, slim, naturally tan and athletic. Long, straight black hair and deep blue eyes. At 5’1”, she wasn’t the tallest, but she got by. Her older sister Jenny wasn’t much different. She liked getting high. Getting a little drunk was no new experience for her, nor was getting laid. In fact, she was quite fond of all three. The only difference between the two was that Becky didn’t happen to care whether it was dick or pussy, boy or girl. Becky liked both just the same. While still in High School she had had her first experience with an older boy at a party. It was nothing special, but she had enjoyed it just the same. Only a week later at another party she had her first encounter with the female sex, and again she had found herself quite pleased when it was over. From that point on she was hooked. Jenny, on the other hand, had stuck to the boys. Not that she hadn’t been offered the chance to explore. It was just the girls had always been either a little too close to her or a little weird. She would always remember the time in the girls locker room after cheerleading tryouts when the head cheerleader, a very lovely Amber Redding, had made it very clear that if Jenny wished to be on the squad she would be required to join Amber for a little fun in the shower. Not that Jenny was a slouch . Like her younger sister, she was slim and athletic. Her red hair was of a most glorious shade, almost blonde really. And like Becky she had the perfect ass and nice, small breasts. The kind no one talks about, but which are just perfect in size and shape. Jenny Young had nothing to be ashamed of in her body. She had refused, though not because she lacked the interest. Amber Redding was one of the most beautiful girls in the town of Juniper. With her soft features, olive toned skin, her full, round and perky breasts and an ass that just begged to be gently bitten and firmly smacked she was the ideal woman (or girl, depending on your political stance). She even managed to have a wonderful personality and a kind demeanor. It just hadn’t seemed right. After all, Jenny was dating Glen at the time. Cheating was wrong , right? Obviously there is no need to point out the fact that Jenny failed to make the team. Not that that bothered her. High School was a long time ago. She was now ending her junior year at college. Even Glen was ancient history. That cheating bastard never could keep his dick in his pants. Jenny had no idea why she had let it go on so long. Well, she did have one idea: she simply couldn’t stand the idea of being alone. That was why she was coming home for the summer. That and the fact that her most recent relationship (with a dumb jock named Greg) had ended on a bitter note after she had made the mistake of making his friends her friends. In the end, after the big, blowout fight at Greg’s apartment, in front of all their (his) friends, she was left with nothing, but half a bottle of vodka and a handful of vicodins to end the night quickly before she cried herself to sleep. All that had been only a week and a half ago. She still had come nowhere close to getting over it. Luckily her doctor was a loveable old quack and he’d given her script for more vicodins and some adderall just because she wore a tight, black miniskirt and a two sizes too small matching tank top to his office and she hadn’t complained whenever he absentmindedly touched her knee. He was nice, old pervert in his way. Jenny so hated to take advantage of him, but it was better than getting it off the street. At least she knew Dr. Atwood would stop at the touching. Some dealers didn’t have quite as much self control. Becky had been the only one at home when she arrived back home. As usual, their parents were off on a cruise or at the casino or what ever the fuck they were into now, and weren’t scheduled to be returning home for another week or more. Jenny was quite happy with this. The parental ‘s could be such freaks sometimes. She knew they wouldn’t be able to leave her alone. For some reason they had felt that Greg was going to be the “one.” Even Jenny hadn’t been under that delusion. Becky, on the other hand, would just be glad big sis was finally around to party like old times. Last summer had been such a blast. With any luck this summer could be more of the same. Imagine Becky’s surprise when she found her sister to be a drugged up ball of emotional instability. This was just not right. Jenny was partier, not doper. Jenny knew how to handle herself . Jenny knew how to have a good time without going too far. Jenny did not speed through the day and crash on a painkillers at night. But that’s just what Jenny did from the very day she was home. On Jenny’s first day back Becky had noticed that something wasn’t right in the world of her beautiful older sister. Jenny smiled, Jenny laughed, but it just wasn’t right. It just wasn’t Jenny. It was a hollowed version of her usual kind, perky self. Her eyes looked tired and scared. Her smile was forced and behind it Becky could tell Jenny was hiding a lot of pain. But Becky had let it slide. She knew Jenny would tell her if anything was wrong. Jenny always had before, so why wouldn’t she now? After a week, however, Jenny had said nothing to Becky ask her if there were any parties around. There always were in Juniper in the summer, so every night that’s they did. Jenny Young quickly became the life of every party in town for any boy lucky enough to run into her and show her even the slightest interest. Fat ones, skinny ones, dumb ones, assholes, scumbags, potheads whoever. Jenny fucked them all as her younger sister shook her in dismay in the background not wanting to intrude on her sisters life, but finding that harder and harder as each night passed and her sister failed to explain this sudden change into vacant slut of the moment. Finally, Becky couldn’t hold in her doubts anymore. She had to confront Jenny on her odd behavior. As much as she hated to but in, she had to. This was sister, after all, and she loved her. It was a little after four in the morning on a Thursday when Jenny finally stumbled in from a party Becky had deserted hours before due to it’s dullness of people and activity. Jenny, however had obviously had a good time judging from her awkward steps and the way her gypsy skirt was tucked into the ass of her panties. Becky had been waiting up for her in the living room dressed in her usual night time attire (a pair panties and loose t-shirt), but Jenny almost didn’t notice her as she blindly stumbled into her room to collapse on the bed. Becky followed her into her room and sat down the edge of Jenny’s bed, sitting quietly until Jenny rolled over groggily . “What do you want?” Jenny asked lazily through her pilled out haze. When Becky just stared forlornly at her she groaned and rolled back over to pass out, but Becky put a gentle, but firm hand on her shoulder to roll back onto her back. “Jenny”, said Becky in quiet, concerned voice, ”what’s been going on with you lately?” Again Jenny groaned and tried to roll over, and again Becky’s gentle hand stopped her with a question. “Jenny, please tell me what’s wrong. I love you. I can’t stand to see you like this.” a tiny tear formed in the corner of Becky’s eye. It truly did hurt her to see Jenny like this. Jenny saw this and with no explanation began sobbing uncontrollably, trying vainly to cover her face with her hand. Becky picked up off the bed gently and hugged her sister to her, feeling the warmth of her body, the wetness from the tears that flowed from Jenny’s eyes, the heaving of her chest from her sobs. Becky, too, began to sob as she hugged sister tightly. She whispered to Jenny that it was alright, “Just let it out Jenny” she said. “I love you, sweetie. Just let it go” and Jenny did as she returned Becky’s hug. The two sisters sat on the edge of Jenny’s bed crying together, though neither really knew why for several minutes. Becky’s hands instinctively began to caress her sisters back, feeling the soft skin underneath the tight, red halter top and the naked flesh at Jenny’s shoulders and lower back. Unconsciously, she began to become turned on by the feel of Jenny’s skin under her fingers and Jenny, equally unconsciously, began to return the caresses. No words were spoken as the sweet sobs continued for awhile, but soon the sobs came to a stop, though the soft caresses and the embrace continued. Slowly, but certainly, both of the sisters realized they were becoming aroused. Oddly, neither one found this idea disturbing. Jenny pulled her tear stained face from her younger sisters now wet shoulder and looked Becky in the eyes and saw love and acceptance there. Becky saw the same thing in Jenny’s eyes, as well as a longing that she understood quite well. Slowly, again, both sisters closed their eyes,, but did not lower their heads. Softly and slowly the two sisters came together in a new way. Becky and Jenny kissed. It was a beautiful kiss. Soft, tender. Slow and easy. So natural and so glorious. It held a closeness, a sacred bond so sweet and so disturbing. As hands began to explore bodies, lips and tongues began exploring each other. Neither sister could hold back the delicate moans that escaped their bodies. This was love. Jenny and Becky fell back onto Jenny’s bed never once break the kiss. Becky’s hands began to find their way under Jenny’s shirt to feel the soft skin of her sisters tummy and the small mounds of Jenny’s beautiful breasts. Jenny’s nipple’s were already hard like flint when Becky’s fingers found them and pinched forcefully, but gently, forcing a loud groan to escape from Jenny’s throat. Jenny’s hand ‘s were not idle as her younger sister fondled her breasts and back. She had found her way past the waistband of Becky’s panties enjoying the soft flesh of Becky’s ass. Her fingers traced the crack that split the two half moons into separate hemispheres, teasingly caressing the semi -sensitive flesh. Becky somewhat reluctantly broke away from her sisters kiss only to begin placing kisses all over Jenny’s face and neck slowly, tortuously as she slowly made to move down Jenny’s body to replace her hands on Jenny’s breast with her mouth. Clothes began to disappear from their bodies. Jenny’s halter. Becky’s panties. Jenny’s skirt, until both sisters were laying naked, flesh on flesh, young, loving body sliding against younger, loving body. Becky’s lips finally found their way to Jenny’s breasts as Jenny’s hands found their way to Becky’s soft, shaved folds. The room was filled with the beautiful sound of two women making love without words, without thought or intent. Love made only of pure passion and caring. The sweetest thing on earth. Becky’s loving attention on Jenny’s breasts caused Jenny to squeal and squirm in pure delight. Her sisters lips and tongue were doing things to her she had imagined possible. Hitting every nerve ending. Bringing forth pleasure’s Jenny had dreamt about. When Becky brought her fingers to Jenny’s pussy and began to explore gently, but enthusiastically Jenny knew she would be having the most wonderful orgasm of her young life. She gave in to the feeling and soon she was rewarded. She screamed in pure ecstasy as her body shivered and quaked as all the while Becky never stopped her loving attention. Becky kissed and licked her way down Jenny’s still quaking body until she found her mouth on her older sisters sex. Becky showed no mercy as she began eating out her sisters sweet pussy even as Jenny was still recovering from her previous orgasm. Jenny could only moan her approval as her hips came alive to grind her cunt against Becky’s loving mouth. “Oh my god!” she screamed “Oh Becky! Oh baby, I love you!!” as orgasm after orgasm raced through her quivering, gyrating flesh as her younger sister struggled to stay in contact she so desperately wanted to devour. Becky quickly reduced her big sis into moaning, shivering beautiful mass of girl flesh. Jenny had never appeared so beautiful before. Becky crawled back on top of Jenny as Jenny recovered from her glorious comes. Their mouths met for another long, loving kiss. Jenny tasted herself on her sisters face for the first time in her life. It was so wonderful. So sweet. She wondered what Becky’s nectar tasted like. She simply had to find out. Jenny rolled Becky over onto her back, not breaking their kiss. Not wanting to relinquish the feel of her nipples rubbing against her sisters, their pussies touching, their clits rubbing together. Instinctively Jenny began grinding against her younger sister. The sensation was unreal. Like electricity, their sexual energy flowed together from the contact. Their kiss finally broke as they fucked each other with wanton lust. Their screams filling each others heads with the sweet sound of their combined lust until they both exploded in a joyful union. As she came down Jenny remembered that she still hadn’t tasted Becky, so she began to kiss her way down Becky’s now sweaty body. Impatiently she bit and licked first her sisters left breast, then her right, then bit and licked her way down that tight, flat tummy until she arrived at the treasure she now so desperately wanted to taste. And she did, and it was delicious. Becky was wonderfully surprised at how skilled her sister was. Jenny missed nothing. Her mouth and fingers found ever spot , every nerve ending. Like magic, sweet, sexual magic. Jenny made Becky feel like god himself had blessed them both with immaculate pleasure. She was quickly coming like she’d never imagined possible. With a scream she soaked her sisters face with her sweet nectar, and watched through bleary eyes as her sister drank it all up. Jenny was unrelenting. She continued her attentions until Becky reached down and pulled her into a kiss. The two sisters embraced and kissed and fondled each other until they fell asleep in each others arms, having for the moment forgotten all about the worries of life. When they awoke in the morning, their bodies still entwined it was one in the afternoon. They made love in sixty-nine position until they had both come twice and they shared a bath where they again made love. Their lives had changed forever, but there was so much more for them to share. Jenny never had told Becky what was wrong. She still needed to find that out. The Young Sisters Ch. 02 Ever since the incident a few days ago Becky Young had had a hard time separating herself from her older sister Jenny. Neither sister could get enough of the other. Their relationship, already close, had only become closer. When their parents had called to tell them that they would be gone for two month’s to vacation in Europe the girls had had to put up quite a struggle to pretend they cared. Becky’s situation when she was on the phone with their mother wasn’t made any easier by the playful, tickling kisses Jenny kept placing on her neck and ears. It wasn’t an easy job to explain to their mom why exactly she found the fact that there was six hundred dollars in the cookie jar on top of the fridge funny. Luckily, mom hadn’t really cared too much. Apparently she was late for a massage treatment, so she hung up with a quick good-bye. Immediately after hanging up the phone Jenny and Becky had made soft, sweet love in their parents large, fluffy bed. Jenny was becoming quite the pussy eater. She did magical things to Becky, things Becky hadn’t thought were possible from her older sister. Her tongue, her lips, her teeth (in short, her entire mouth) were finely attuned to making Becky scream with joyful abandon. Jenny was an instinctive bi slut. They had fucked for hours until Jenny fell asleep curled up in Becky’s arms. Becky wasn’t tired, so, after making sure her lovely sister was sound asleep, she went to her bedroom and slipped on a loose hippyish floral dress just in case that nosy little bastard who lived next door happened to be peeping again. Thomas was a cute kid (well, if you considered an 18 year old a kid, as some do), but he was such a pervert. Always trying to catch a peek of Becky and Jenny or one of their friends. One of these days she’d have to do something about him…. Becky headed for the kitchen and poured herself some vodka. Their parents always had a lot of booze around the house for parties or whatever. The vodka also happened to go good with the oxycontins that Becky’s mom kept “hidden” in her medicine cabinet. Becky thanked god everyday for blessing her with a mother with a brain of heavily fermented Swiss cheese. She crushed a couple of the pills on the counter after making sure the shades were closed and there was no backlight. With a knife, she split the powder into three good-sized lines, grabbed a straw from a drawer, and quickly snorted the bitter powder up your fine, delicate nose. After she’d lit herself a cigarette and grabbed up her half full glass of vodka and ice she made her way to the living room to listen to some jazz and relax. Her cigarette tasted good. At least it tasted better than the drip from the pills. The music began to get to her after a bit. She felt herself beginning to nod off. Becky thought it would be a nice idea to go lay back down with Jenny, but her thought was cast aside but the telephones annoying ring. It was her best friend Sara speaking loudly and incoherently about something, as was her fashion. Becky had to hold the phone away from her ear for a few seconds before she was able to properly respond. “Whoa! Whoa! Slow down, Sara,” Becky said sedately. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Are you drunk or something?” replied Sara sweetly with interest. “Yeah or something,” laughed Becky. “Ooooh! Got anymore?” “Is that why you called me?” “Well…that and I was wondering if you feeling like a little private party tonight” Sara laughed sweetly over the phone. “Oh, so now you want my drugs and my body?” That was why Becky loved Sara. She was such a slut, and she was cute too. At twenty, Sara was the type of girl that looked perpetually sixteen. Her shoulder length blonde hair framed a beautiful, cheerleader face. Small nose, high cheekbones and full lips. She looked like she either had a damned good plastic surgeon or she was blessed by god. (Looks are always deceiving.) Tiny, cute breasts and a thin five-foot frame. She was the prototypical angelic, suburban slut. “Do you want to or not?” whispered Sara seductively through the phone. Becky said yes, and fifteen minutes later Sara was gently knocking on her front door to be let in so the fun could begin. Becky let Sara in and they headed to the living were Becky had already set up the party supplies. For a small girl Sara could pack away the pills. Between them, both girls crushed and snorted three twenties then they both sat back and smoked some cigarettes until the bitter drip faded behind the numbing high. Relaxing, they both slowly slid against the other, each using the others thin frame to support their unwanted weight. Becky didn’t protest when Sara slipped a hand on to her thigh. Nor when that hand began to casually pull her dress up, exposing her skin to Sara’s light touch. Becky’s hand began to languidly return the favour, her fingers slowly finding their way under the black leather mini to the silk covered pussy of her best friend and Sara did the same to Becky. Leisurely, their mouths met in a slow kiss as their fingers began to touch gently at each other’s sensitive folds. Tongues parted lips and began to sweetly explore as fingers did the same. Musical moans competed with the soft music that flowed from the speakers. The music was losing much to Becky and Sara’s wicked joy. Surely, Billy Holliday would understand. Somehow, clothes were shed and both girls were allowed to touch skin on skin. Becky’s talented fingers worked wonders on petite friend delicate, little body. The kiss broke as Becky began to work her down to Sara’s delightful, little mounds. Small kisses on the neck, a light nip on the shoulder, until she had reached Sara’s cute tits and began to show her appreciation for her friend. Sara’s free hand began to caress Becky’s smooth back as she enjoyed her friend’s soft attentions. Becky’s finger’s still gently probed and caressed her pussy even as her mouth bit, licked and suckled at Sara’s tits. Becky was truly one of the best lovers Sara had ever had. “ Ooh, yeah…you know I love that, baby,” Sara whispered as Becky began to bite down gently on her aching nipples. “ Oh, fuck yeah, Becky! Bite it just like that.” Becky laughed without taking her mouth away from Sara’s breasts. Her fingers began to probe deeper into Sara’s now slick cunt. Sara began to moan and squirm so pleasantly under Becky’s tender attentions. Sara always was easy to get off, but it was a wonderful spectacle to behold when she did. The way her lithe, thin frame twisted and gyrated. The sweet moans and groans the emanated from her innocent looking mouth. How the sweat would bead on her forehead and her breasts. Becky just loved to make Sara cum, and as she bit down hard on Sara’s other nipple and allowed her index finger to gently tease it’s way to Sara’s asshole while her thumb massaged her friends clitoral hood Sara rewarded her with a loud, quaking orgasm, squeezing her thighs together to trap Becky’s hand between her legs and pulling Becky’s face hard to her breast. “Ooooooh….” Sara’s skin tingled and Her body went numb. Pure, ungodly bliss. As Sara came down Becky began to make her way slowly down her friends now sweat slick body placing gentle kisses on Sara’s ribs, tasting the salt from the sweat on Sara’s tight tummy and just above the soft skin of her delicate, pink pussy. Sara had the most beautiful pussy Becky had ever known. She loved the taste, the feel of the soft skin there. Like cocaine, Becky was drawn to devour the very essence of her friend as Sara again came alive with soft, cooing moans, squirming her thin hips in fluid dance of delicious pleasure. “Oh, baby,” Sara cooed, “ Oh, you make me feel so good,” as Becky’s tender attentions brought her closer to another bout with bliss. Becky’s lips and tongue felt, explored, caressed every fold, every electrified nerve ending of Sara’s pussy. Occasionally placing little nips and kisses on Sara’s velvet inner thighs before returning to the prize. She again brought her finger to intrude upon Sara’s sensitive backdoor, teasingly beginning to force entry into this most treasured spot. Sara’s coos became louder, more groans of pleasure than anything. More intense as back began to arch, instinctively forcing her pussy against Becky’s hungry mouth. Sweat began to cut little trails down her breasts, down her forehead, tickling paths down her ribs. Her hand again found Becky’s head, holding it to her cunt as her other hand pawed at her breasts as her body convulsed with another intensely beautiful orgasm. Stars, tiny points of purple and blue light passed before her eyes as she screamed with pure ecstasy and squeezed her thighs together around Becky’s head. “Oh my fucking god! Oh fuck!” Becky’s mouth continued licking, tasting the sweet flower of Sara as wave upon wave of delight hit her beloved friend. Neither girl noticed that the music had ceased. Neither girl cared. When Sara had finally returned to the plain of the living and released her friend’s head from the death grip of her legs they both shared long, tender kiss where hands flowed freely over soft flesh, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. Enjoying the sharing and the pleasure it brought them. It was now Sara’s turn to take the initiative in the wonderful game they were playing. It was now her chance to taste the sweetness of Becky’s lovely body, especially the part that lay between smooth, athletic legs. Gently, but firmly, she pushed Becky onto her back and broke their kiss only to bring her attention to Becky’s neglected breasts and the taut nipples that dwelled upon them. Biting them gently. Licking them and suckling them with contented joy as Becky moaned her approval into the air that surrounded them.. Sara’s hands squeezed the small, soft mounds while Becky’s hands absentmindedly caressed the soft skin of Sara’s back, occasionally scratching the skin with fingernails leaving red trails in the delicate skin. Sara enjoyed lavishing attention on Becky’s breasts almost as much as Becky. Reluctantly, however, she began to move on knowing she had more desirable treats awaiting her a little further down the road. She kissed Becky’s navel and paused to lick it for a moment, kissing around and tasting the sweet flavour of Becky’s skin all while Becky squirmed and giggled softly to herself, eyes closed, lost in the gentle caresses until soft hands and lips urged her to open her thighs wide. Then Sara was right there where she ought to be eating away at Becky’s pussy. Amongst all her friends and lovers, Sara was Becky’s absolute favourite in bed. So unselfish, so attentive with every bite, lick or gentle probe of her thin fingers. Sara made love to Becky’s pussy like it was all there was of value in this great big, dark and ugly world. “ Oh fuck yeah, Oh come on, sweetie! Just like that! Ah, yeah, just like that!” Becky’s moans and screams echoed off of the living room walls. Sara giggled as she kept licking away at Becky’s delicious cunt. She loved to hear Becky scream, loved to feel her body moving under her mouth and tongue as she tasted her. “ Oh, fucking Christ! Aaaaaaah Fuuucckk!” Becky screamed as her body and mind were enveloped with a pleasure she’d felt so many times before, but which she could never imagine living without. Sara, lovely Sara continued her beautifully tender machinations on Becky’s sex until Becky’s sweaty, writhing body calmed and she took a deep satisfied breath, “ God, I fucking love you, Sara,” she said causing Sara to giggle as she crawl on top of her close friend to place a kiss on her sweaty forehead. They then embraced in a long, sweet kiss, holding each other close, enjoying the feel of each others skin for a good, long while. Suddenly, Sara got up, placing a quick kiss on Becky’s nose and got up, running naked to her coat in the foyer. “ Where are you going?’ asked Becky through heavy eyes and foggy mind. “I’ve got a present!” Sara said giggling as she walked quickly back into the living room holding her hands behind her back as if hiding something. Becky pulled her dress back on over her head. Sara came to a stop right in front of her, hand still behind her back and a big, stupid, bleary eyed smile on her face like some doped up little kid on Christmas morning. Becky just had to laugh. “ Sara, what the hell do you have?’ she said, still laughing at her fucked up friend. “ Say please,” replied Sara, goofy grin still in place. “ Pleeeeaaassse,” Becky knew full well that this was the only way to end this little game quickly. Satisfied, Sara pulled her hand from behind her back and dangled a little baggy full of fine white powder and gently tossed it to her now wide-eyed friend. Becky examined it closely and realized almost instantly that it was cocaine, the greatest stuff on earth. “ Who’d you blow for this?’ Becky said, smiling at the prospect that she would soon be allowed to partake in this wonderful ambrosia. “Shut up, and start breaking that shit up,” came back Sara slapping Becky’s shoulder gently for her implications. Becky gladly did as she was told and began dumping the coke out onto the glass coffee table in front of the couch. Sara fetched a razor and straw from her purse beside the couch and hided them to Becky. “ There most two eight balls here,” said Becky as began to chopped the hard rocks in the coke until she had a good-sized pile on the table before her. “ Damned well better be,” came back Sara, “ I paid enough for it.” The two girls kept talking as Becky kept cutting until she was satisfied the coke was free from grains and chunks. Sara lit them both cigarettes after she put her clothes back on. She Becky’s hers just as Becky was finishing cutting the coke into eight big lines and another pile for a bit later. Maybe Jenny would want some, if she woke up soon…. Jenny had woke up alone on her parents oversized bed covered in fluffy pillows, comforters and her mothers childish stuffed animal collection. She was horny, but still very tired. She had hoped that Becky would still be there with her when she woke. The bedroom was sound proofed, so she had no idea whether Becky was even home. Becky had said something about going out for smokes earlier, so there was a good chance she was gone. God damn it! She was so aroused for no reason, and she hated masturbating when there were other options about and, damn it, she didn’t want to get up! Subconsciously her hand had already found its way to her sex, her fingers had already began to dance their little dance. Gently, she began making love to her own pussy. Sliding her fingers across her cleft as her thumb began to massage her clit. God, it felt good, but it could feel so much better. If only she had vibrator or something soft, but firm like her old teddy she’d had when she was twelve and first discovering the joys of your pussy…. Suddenly she realized what was lying around her. Soft, furry rabbits, monkeys, dogs and bears. God, she thought desperately to herself, mom would kill me if she found out….but she’ll be gone for a month…she’ll never know…I won’t tell her. Even as these thoughts made their way through her deviant mind her hands were already reaching out to her mothers favourite stuffed bear. Mr. Bibo, or something like that. His soft, fur covered pillow like body, designed to be hugged and cuddled by small by small children in the night swiftly found it’s way between Jenny’s equally soft thighs to serve a purpose the toy manufacturer hadn’t anticipated. Jenny squealed when plush bears soft fur tickled her sensitive, aroused flesh. Her squeals began to subside and give way to soft moans however when, with Mr. Bibo clamped tightly between her legs and one hand firmly on ‘his’ head, she began to grind her pussy against the bears soft firmness. “ Unnnh, mmmmmmmm…oh god…oh yeah,” she whispered sweetly to herself as the selfish pleasure slowly began to well up at her centre. Her hips gyrated in an almost circular motion as she ground hard on the fluffy, little bear. Her free hand found it’s way to her breasts, to knead the her soft mounds, to pinch and tweak at her hard nipples. Sweat began to form on her soft skin. On her breasts and forehead from her sweet exertion. As she lay on her side a drop winded it’s way down her tight, smooth belly, around her belly button, then onto the bed, tickling her in a delightful way. “ Oh yeah…oh, fuck yeah…oh, god…oh..,” she moaned and whimpered to herself and herself alone as she felt an orgasm building inside of her. Her hips ground harder. Her thighs squeezed tight. Her fingers twisted hard around taut, pink nipple and then the pleasure rippled through her body as a high squeal escaped her tight drawn lips and clenching teeth. For a moment her thin, feminine frame went rigid as the orgasm she’d so desperately needed wound it’s way through her mind and body. The poor, little bear would have been crushed to death if it had lived as it laid within the death grip of Jenny’s smooth, athletic thighs. Slowly she came down from her blissful, selfish high, but the poor stuffed bear still stayed where it was as life returned to Jenny’s limbs bringing her hips back in motion against the now slightly damp plush toy. Now somewhat satisfied, her sweet gyrations were slower, more determined, more used to the feel of the soft fur. Her soft whimpering continued, but no more words issued forth from her lips. Only soft purrs of pleasure meant only for her. Her seconds orgasm came much quicker than the first, much more intense. Her poor nipples hurt from her unconscious tweaking and pulling. Such a sharp, sweet pain. Her body convulsed as if with a seizure. A glorious guttural scream burst forth from enraptured young body. All sound went away. All light went black as Jenny’s cum soaked the already damp stuffed bear. The pleasure was so great, so all consuming that poor, tired Jenny passed and fell into a deep slumber with poor Mr. Bibo still stuck between her legs… Becky and Sara had just finished their fifth and sixth lines respectively and had started on their second pack of camels. Both girls were laughing , sitting, twitching in place. Talking about anything and nothing at all when Becky suddenly remembered poor Jenny. “ Jenny’s here?” asked Sara, big eyed and happy. She had always had a not so secret crush on Becky’s big sister. “ Yeah, she’s been home for a couple weeks now,” replied Becky. “ Bullshit! I haven’t seen her at any parties,” Sara retorted, “Where as she been all the time? She hasn’t gone all goody, goody Christian on us, has she?” Becky laughed at that and said, “Do you really want to know?” “Yeah,” said Sara indignantly, wondering why Becky was being so goddamned coy. Becky smiled and wondered to herself if she should tell her. How would Sara react to the fact that Becky and Jenny were now lovers? How? Well, I’ll tell ya later. The Young Sisters Ch. 03 As Jenny Young slept soundly in her parents bedroom, sleeping the sleep of the beautiful damned, her younger sister Becky sat twitching in the living room with her best friend Sara debating with herself in her coked up mind if Sara could handle the truth of her relationship with Jenny. Poor, poor Becky, Could she trust her friend with this deep dark secret? Or would she lose Sara with the revelation of Becky and Jenny’s perversion? Becky mulled this not so classic conundrum over in her young, overly stimulated mind while Sara sat beside her wondering what the fuck was taking Becky so long to answer such a simple question. Her equally drugged out twenty-year-old brain was quickly growing impatient. Understandably, considering all the coke they had just consumed, Sara suddenly felt the need to push the issue. “ What,” Sara blurted out, perhaps a little too forcefully, “ Is Jenny sick or something?” Becky shook her head as Sara spoke, half out of shock and half out of disagreement. Suddenly she realized that she might as well tell. It wasn’t like Sara was saint or anything. How the hell could she judge Becky? Becky knew some of the shit her impish little friend had done. Like that cheerleader back in high school, or that time she’d taken on those six guys at that rave in East Lansing, and that one time with her cousin Julia. Sara would not be in a position to judge Becky immoral for loving her sister a little more then normal. And besides she loved Sara and Sara loved her. Their friendship was that close. “ Hello?” Sara chided her again, “look, I know this is good shit, but come on, Becky, where’s Jenny been? I’ve been dying to see her since last summer.” “Do you remember I told you Jenny was like getting serious about some guy at the fucking college she’s going to?” Becky asked quietly, with an odd smile on her pretty face, a smile not altogether intentional. “ Yeah. Why, what about it?” “ Well, you know, I don’t really know. I do know is that it’s not happening anymore.” Sara looked at Becky perplexed for a moment. She had known Becky ever since elementary school and she had met Jenny shortly there after. Becky and Jenny had always been close, and not just in the usual sister/sister way. Sara had a sister herself and they got along quite well, but they were nothing compared to Becky and Jenny. Becky and Jenny shared everything. “ Hasn’t she told you?” she asked with real concern. Jenny was her friend as well even if she was (so Sara thought) a bit of a prude. “No.” replied Becky simply. Sara thought for a moment, fighting the drugs the raced through her brain to think clearly about this situation. And, to think, she hadn’t even heard the half of it. “ Well, so,” she finally said, “ Maybe it was just a bad break up. She’ll tell you eventually.” Becky continued to look concerned, though Sara had no idea why. How could she? Becky then took step two. “I’m sure your right, but there’s something else as well,” Becky had lost the coy smile by now as she struggled to find the best way to reveal the true depth of the situation at hand. “ When Jenny came home last week she was all doped and totally not Jenny. She was out at every college party, every high school party, and every party in town sluting it up and fucking every boy who showed even the slightest interest in her.” “ Bull shit,” Sara in disbelief, “ Jenny isn’t a slut.” “ Sara, I was there. In a week Jenny fucked at least twelve different guys.” Sara suddenly understood the seriousness of the situation. Jenny liked sex as much as anyone else, but like the good prude she was, she kept her sex in a relationship. Jenny Young did not put out without some kind of commitment. Everyone who knew her knew that. It was gospel truth. “Whoa,” was all Sara could come up with. Becky knew it was now time to move on to step three. “ Yeah, I know,” she said and then paused to think for a second, “ but that’s not the weirdest of it.” Sara looked at Becky dead in the eye then wondering what she meant by weirdest. What could be weirder than Jenny Young, party-girl slut? She was about to find out shortly. “ I let her go, you know, do her thing for a bit and just sat back and watched hoping everything would get better, you know?” Becky began. Sara just nodded and said yeah, so Becky continued. “ So, like after this one really stupid little party that had no hot guys, no good drugs, not even any good beer she came home all fucked up and, obviously fucked.” Becky paused and lit herself a cigarette for courage. She took a good, long drag and blew out the smoke slowly. “ Well,” she continued, “ I had left the party early ‘cause like I said it sucked, so I was home waiting for her.” Again Becky paused and took a long, slow drag of her smoke. Sara was staring at her transfixed, in a daze as the coke began to change its pace in her head. Becky looked over at Sara and suddenly realized that she’d better say it soon or just let it go. And she knew, deep down, that she could not just let it go anymore. She had to tell someone and Sara was right here, listening intently though she had no idea what she was really hearing. Becky came to a quick decision. It was now or never. “ Sara, “ she said firmly, “what I’ve been trying to tell you is that me and Jenny are lovers.” Becky looked at Sara, staring her friend directly in the eye and Sara stared right back at her. Sara shocked look said it all. Becky had made a big mistake. She looked away, embarrassed, almost ready to cry when she heard Sara beginning to laugh hysterically. Becky looked at Sara in shock, unsure what to think of this reaction. Sara meanwhile had fallen back on the couch, giggling loudly and covering her face. Becky suddenly felt angry. She had just bared her soul to her good friend, told a deep, dark terrible secret and here she was laughing! What the fuck, she thought and at the same time yelled it, though she didn’t know it until she heard it echoing off of the walls. Sara shot up and immediately stopped laughing. Staring at Becky she suddenly realized, as she had not before, that her friend was dead serious. “Really?” was all she could manage to say. At that the uttering of that single, seemingly unimportant word Becky Young began to cry. Sara rushed to her side and hugged her close, allowing Becky to sob uncontrollably on her thin, little shoulder as she whispered, “ it’s okay, sweetie. It’s okay,” over and over until Becky ceased sobbing and looked Sara in the eyes. “ Sara,” Becky said, “ You know I love you, right?” “ Of course I do, Becky. You’re the best friend I have.” “ Do you believe me?” “Of course I do.” “ Do understand?” Becky’s stare drilled into Sara’s mind. She thought for a moment and suddenly she did understand. Becky and Jenny were lovers. In an instant the concept had cleared through all the trash in Sara’s brain and had become a reality. She could understand this because she loved Becky and whatever Becky did was all right. No judgement, no condemnation existed in Sara’s heart for this relationship that she had just found out about. She needed only to look in her friend’s eyes to realize that it was real and that it was right. The two girls embraced again, not in a sexual way, but in an embrace of love and understanding. The held each other for several minutes just enjoying the intimacy between them, the warmth and comfort that existed in their bound until Becky released Sara and again looked her friend in the eyes. A wicked, beautiful thought passed through her mind. She had to share this extra-moral love with Sara. Sara had to be able to know not just understand. “ Sara,” she said into her friends beautiful, but far from innocent face, “ I want you see it.” Sara looked at Becky perplexed for a moment. See what? See them? She couldn’t mean that could she? Yes, she could, and she did. “ Sara,” Becky repeated softly, “ I want you to see me make love to Jenny.” “ You want me to watch you?” Sara asked, even more confused now that she had been when Becky had told her of her forbidden love of her sister. “ But why?” “I want you to see how beautiful it is. You have to know. Please, Sara. You have to know.” The pleading, loving look in her friends convinced Sara that Becky was right. When Becky stood up and grabbed her hand to guide her to the Becky and Jenny’s parent’s bedroom she didn’t protest. Nor did she protest when Becky opened the door to the now twilight darkened bedroom where Jenny lie still sleeping. She was a bit amazed to see that Jenny was naked and that she had a teddy bear wedged between her thighs, but she’d heard and been made to understand too much to let that bother her. Becky looked at Sara and held her finger to her mouth to indicate the need for silence and then she pulled the loose, floral print dress she was wearing over her head and dropped it on to the floor silently. A look indicated that Sara should disrobe as well and she, removing her short skirt and skimpy top quickly and silently. Again Becky indicated that Sara remain silent as she approached her friend and placed a kiss on her fine, delicate nose before grabbing her hand and leading Sara, naked and shivering from the odd excitement she was feeling, to a large closest. Carefully, Becky opened the folding doors and guided Sara into the darkness. Again she kissed her perplexed friend, this time on the cheek, before whispering soft into Sara’s ear, “ watch,” and then turned and walked slowly, sensuously to the bed where her sister Jenny slept and laid down next to her to kiss Jenny’s beautiful sleeping lips. Sara could already feel the arousal building in her lithe little body as she watched her friend begin to kiss sister awake with soft, sensuous kisses. As Becky’s hands began to feel the soft skin of the slowly awakening Jenny, Sara’s hand’s began to instinctively find their way to her breasts with already hard nipples and to her already thoroughly wet pussy. Already, this was by far the most deliciously dirty thing she’d ever seen. And it had only just begun. Becky’s hands gently stroked the naked skin of her sisters back as she kissed the still slightly groggy, but quickly awakening Jenny who slowly, but unquestioningly began to return the signs of sweet affection. Effortlessly their mouths melted together, tongues playing as their lithe, young bodies intertwined. Without words, without anything pretenses at all, they had begun to make sweet, beautiful love. Smooth legs parted allowing knees and thighs to rub against the soft, sensitive folds of each girl’s sex as Sara watched hidden in the darkness of the closet. Her fingers began to vigorously massage her clit as she watched Becky and Jenny begin to grind against each other, soft moans escaping from their busy mouths. Sara was glad for this. Glad that the sound of their lovemaking would cover the sound of her appreciation. Becky and Jenny’s hips moved in delicious circles against each other. Their vocalizations grew stronger, more intense as delicate hands gripped at firm cheeks and kneaded soft backs as their lips remained locked in their continued their glorious battle in each other’s mouths. As Sara looked on in awe and pleasure, the two sisters broke their kiss and began to explore each others necks, ears, throats and shoulders with soft nips, sweet kisses and licks even as their hips continued to grind against each others now wet thighs. Both sisters worked their way quickly towards a wonderfully sweet release from the unavoidable tension of life. Suddenly, both girls froze simultaneously and let out loud groans of ecstatic pleasure. Jenny’s back arched and her mouth left Becky’s ear, which she had been tenderly kissing even as Becky pressed closer to her older sisters sweetly quaking body and bit down onto her thin shoulder. Jenny’s loud groan overpowered Becky’s softer one, but Sara could tell that both were in a place she had always longed to be: they were in heaven. Sara came as well, trying her best to keep silent in the closet, not wishing to reveal her presence to the unknowing Jenny. Her eyes closed, her thin body shook as the pleasure flowed within her. When she opened her eyes again she saw a beautiful sight. Becky had found her way between her sister’s thighs and slowly devouring Jenny’s pussy. Sara’s fingers returned instantly to their work as watched Jenny writhe and moan under Becky’s talented tongue. “ Oh god,” Jenny said, her voice shaking with ecstasy, “ Mmmmm, oh yeah, Becky! Oh, sooo good!” Sara could Becky giggle at the Jenny’s mindless moans. Becky shifted position slightly; gently forcing Jenny’s legs up and out as she began devour the delicious cunt of her sibling with unholy abandon. Jenny began to scream in pleasure more than moan as Sara’s fingers penetrated her own pussy to fuck herself intently to the glorious vision before her. The light was growing dimmer in the bedroom, but the two sisters on the bed could be clearly seen. Jenny’s hand clutched at her firm, little tits. Her fingers pinched her flint like nipples. Her hips humped at her sisters loving mouth. She was so close that she could have seen the face of god if only she had opened her tightly clenched eyes. “ Oh Yeah! Oh Fuck Yeah! Fuck me, Becky! Fuck me!” Jenny screamed as another orgasm rippled through her body like waves on a stormy sea. Becky held on for dear life and continued to gorge herself on Jenny’s exquisite pussy as Jenny’s body shook uncontrollably with honeyed bliss. Sara’s fingers were working overtime on her engorged clit as Becky crawled atop her sister’s still slightly quaking body to place a kiss on Jenny’s forehead and then the sister’s mouths again met in a passionate kiss. Jenny’s fingers slowly found their way to her sister’s pussy and began to feel and touch Becky’s sensitive folds. Becky moaned sweetly into Jenny’s mouth as Jenny’ fingers began to slowly penetrate her. Becky arched her back, breaking the kiss to groan her pleasure into the space that surrounded her. Jenny, not missing a step, latched onto her sister’s breasts and suckling and nibbling at the sweet nipples that stood out proud and hard from the small, firm mounds. “Fuck yeah,” Becky grunted, “bite my fucking nipples. Ohhh! God damn it!” Becky’s hips gyrated sweetly in the air as Jenny’s fingers and mouth drove her closer to the only true joy on this earth. It felt so good, so right how could it possibly be a sin? Poor Sara nearly collapsed in the closet as she struggled to keep her climaxes silent. The intensity of the sister’s lovemaking was so glorious to behold she simply couldn’t stop her maniac fingering of her cunt. She couldn’t even imagine taking her eyes off the beautiful sight before her. Jenny had released Becky’s nipple from her mouth much to her younger sisters chagrin. Becky calmed down as she felt Jenny begin to kiss her way down her stomach to only one obvious destination. Becky giggled when Jenny’s tongue traced around her navel. She stopped giggling a few seconds later when her older sister pulled her hips gently to her mouth as she scooted down into a better position to eat Becky’s delectable pussy. “Uhhmmm…Oh God!” Becky moaned when Jenny began to lick her in earnest while Sara continued to finger herself and gaze on in joy and wonder. Becky’s loud moans at her sisters oral ministrations were a godsend for poor Sara who was finally allowed to moan openly as her fingers brought her closer and closer to another release. “OHHH! FUCK YEAH!!” screamed Becky has Jenny’s talented tongue sent her into a sensual nirvana of pure ecstatic agony as Sara joined her with her own unbridled screams of total bliss. Both girls simultaneously fell into the deep, dark pit of bodily pleasure. Their senses were lost to the outside world. All that existed for them for the next few moments was the sweet pleasures that ravaged their sweat gleamed, lithe young bodies. And poor Jenny was stuck between her sisters clenching and quavering thighs, continuing her loving feast wondering if she was hearing things. Was there an echo? No, that’s not Becky making that noise. Is there someone else in here? No, there couldn’t be, it was just her and Becky. Suddenly Becky stopped moaning and collapsed beside her beautiful older sister and made to kiss her softly in thanks. Jenny, lost in her love and lust for her dear, dear Becky had shaken off her “paranoid” delusions and had begun to capitulate and the sisters had just again begun to serenely explore each others bodies when Sara, unable to control herself any longer and still lost in her own, selfish pleasure let out a long, satisfied groan from the closet. “ Who the fuck was that?” Jenny whispered hoarsely, almost shouting as she shot up, breaking away from Becky’s lips and tender hands. Becky too shot up and grabbed Jenny by the shoulders and placed a hand on her sisters lovely face turning it to her so she could look Jenny in her frightened eyes. Sara, realizing she had been caught, froze stiff and became completely silent, honestly scared over how Jenny might react to her presence. Becky thought, and thought fast, about how best to explain what her friend was doing in the closet. She did not, under any circumstances; want to ruin what she and Jenny had. Finally, after what seemed like hours of debate in her still slightly coke addled mind, she came to a decision. “ Jenny,” she said, still staring her older sister directly in the face, “it’s only Sara.” “ What do you mean it’s only Sara?” replied Jenny, both scared and angry at the thought. Sara still did not move an inch. She could hear the anger in Jenny’s voice. For the moment all pleasure was gone from the room. “ Jenny, I told Sara about us and..” Becky stopped because Jenny interrupted her. “ What do you …you told her about us fucking?” the anger shifted to fear of being exposed. This couldn’t be happening. Her own sister had betrayed her and exposed their sick secret to an outsider. Becky could see these thoughts forming in the depths of Jenny’s mind just from the horribly frightened look on her sister’s face. “Jenny,” she said insistently, “Sara is my best friend. I trust her. I had to tell somebody.” “ Why? Why did you… oh my god… she must think were freaks.” Jenny was panicking. It had never occurred to her that anyone else would ever be able to know or understand this love she had just recently begun to share with Becky. In fact, until this moment, she herself hadn’t even thought of it. It had been just something she needed, something to make the loneliness go away for a while. “ No, I don’t,” came Sara’s sheepish voice from the dark closet as she got up and reached out her hand to open the folding door, “I thought it was beautiful.” Jenny looked directly at Sara who was now clearly in view, though shadowy in the twilight of the bedroom. Her eyes still held the look of fearful shock. “Sara is your friend too, Jenny,” Becky said quietly, almost whispering as her hand gently stroked her older sisters back, “she loves you almost as much as I do.” Sara sat down on the edge of the bed next to Becky and Jenny’s eyes continued to follow. Somehow, her look of horror seemed to have softened, but it still remained on her face. “Jenny,” Sara said, “I meant what I just said. I think that the love between you and Becky is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Why do you think I came so hard? I couldn’t help myself, Jenny. It was so fucking hot.” Jenny’s face definitely changed, softened a bit, as she continued to stare at Sara. Slowly her eyes began to move up and down Sara’s thin, naked frame taking in the subtle curve of Sara’s hips, the soft, roundness of her tiny breasts, her smooth legs. Suddenly something clicked in Jenny’s mind and she realized that this was not just something she could share with Becky, and that there was nothing wrong with anything she did. Pleasure was all that really mattered in this dark, cold-hearted world, and Sara definitely looked as though she could be quite pleasing. The Young Sisters Ch. 03 With saying a word and without taking her eyes off of Sara, Jenny got up and walked around the bed to where Sara sat and reached out a hand to help the slightly younger girl to her feet. Sara stood, entranced by the sudden change in Jenny’s demeanour. Jenny wrapped her arms around Sara’s thin waist and then began to speak. “ Do you really think it was beautiful?” she inquired as she continued to hold the confused but enthralled Sara. “Yes,” replied Sara in a faint, lilting whisper as she instinctively leaned closer to Jenny and her hands found their around Jenny’s hips to settle on Jenny’s ass. Suddenly they were kissing, hands quickly beginning to explore each other’s flesh as Becky sat by watching, stunned. She didn’t remain stunned for too long. Becky scooted off of the bed and stood next to her sister and her good friend as they kissed, at first just enjoying the sight and wondering until the arousal welling up in her soul forced her to take action. She took a step closer, standing right behind Sara and started to place soft kisses on Sara’s back and neck as her hands reached around to feel her older sisters soft, creamy flesh. There they stood for several moments, hands exploring, mouths joined to mouths or to other body parts. Slowly their bodies meld. Hands groped at breasts, fingers gently stroked the soft, moist flesh between legs, teeth nipped at shoulders, necks, and nipples until Becky, Jenny and Sara found themselves lying entangled on the bed. Not one of them could have told you how; they didn’t care at the time about how or why. All they knew was that what they were doing felt good. That was all that really mattered. As they lay their Becky found her way to her sisters pussy as Sara found her way to hers and Jenny in turn began to taste the sweet flesh between Sara’s soft thighs. The room was filled the sounds of their lovemaking, the sweet moans, the sounds of wet mouths devouring wet pussies. Such glorious sounds for so a beautiful display of love and sex and joy. Quickly their moans began to build until they became screams as all three approached nearly simultaneous orgasms. “ OHHHH! FUCKING CHRIST! MMMMMM! OH GOD!!” Oh god is fucking right. Three beautiful girls cumming from the pleasures they were bringing each other. Their sweaty, naked bodies shaking, caught in a sweetly pleasurable seizures of pure joy. Hips grinding against loving tongues urging each other to unheralded heights. If this were a sin, if this would get them sent to the fiery depths then so be it. Fuck goodness. This was greatness. After what seemed like hours of hot, unholy girl fucking Jenny, Becky and Sara fell asleep entangled with each other, inseparable. Their lives were changed forever. Some would say they had changed for the worst, but those people weren’t there, so how could they now? The three girls were sleeping the sleep of the damned, but they were been fine with that. After all, the damned have more fun, and in the end that’s what it’s all about.